Novel & Cerita Freaky Rizz

I slap a palm against my forehead and mutter helplessly; “Oh, Zuri…” *** An hour and thirty minutes later, my skin is oiled and shining, my hair is curled and layered to perfection, my makeup is shimmering and equally perfect thanks to my best friend, and I’m indeed dressed in the shortest bum shorts I have ever worn. “Zuri, the undersides of my asscheeks are showing!” I whisper in utter horror. She winks at me; “that’s the only way we can achieve the perfect slutty look. Come on! It’s time to partaayy!!”

He wasn't just moving; he was driving into her with a desperate, heavy pace that forced the air out of her lungs. "Ah! Ah! Daddy! Yes!" Rissa shrieked. Her head was thumping against the wood, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as the pleasure turned into a blinding white light. “Fuck me hard, Daddy, like that! Oh, oh, oh, yes, fuck, ohhh, yes, Daddy… oooohhhhh, ohhhh… fuck!!!!”

She was driving me crazy. I stood close to her at the counter, pretending to help with the dishes. My body brushed against hers on purpose. She froze, her cheeks turning pink. I leaned in, my breath on her neck. That neck was visible, smooth and inviting. I wanted to kiss it, taste her skin, make her feel how much I craved her. Her pajamas were thin, and I could see her nipples standing out, hard little points pressing against the fabric. Fuck, that sight made my cock twitch in my pants. It wasn't just lust; it was this pull in my chest, like she was meant for me.

I don't reach for her because my fingers are shaky, so I keep my hands trapped beside me. She scoffs in a ‘seriously?’ way. “Gurl, I need those thick beefy chunks all over me!” She snaps her fingers. “Don't come to my rescue even though I’m screaming for help.” We laugh at her crazy jokes and walk towards the club’s entrance. After our private prom party, I’ve never questioned why Riley was called the most fuckable queen. She had the fire in her that only belonged to a pornstar. And a stripper combined. “Here,” she hands the security guy our ID cards, proving we’re legal.

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

A smile glints on my lips. *Hailey Randle, Keep Jay to yourself because Rizz is mine. If you ever come for my Rizz, I'll make you disappear.*

It was the power of a god. ​The air crackled. Champagne glasses on a nearby table shattered, their festive pop a grotesque counterpoint to the sudden, crushing silence. ​Riel stopped dead, as if he’d run into an invisible wall. He choked, his hands flying to his own throat. He couldn't breathe. His eyes bulged, and he collapsed to his knees, his entire body convulsing under a pressure he couldn't see. ​It wasn't just him. ​The entire party was hit. People gasped, women screamed and fainted. The other Alphas and Betas in the crowd doubled over, groaning, their own wolves flattened by this terrifying, supreme dominance.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

His eyes were icy as he walked toward the door, intent on finding me. Darcy, sensing her opportunity slipping away, tried to catch Felix’s attention again. She pulled out a video of me being tortured, trying to get him to watch. She pouted, feigning hurt. “You don’t even know how shameless she was. Look, I uploaded the video online, and everyone’s saying she deserved it!” Felix wasn’t interested at first, but as he heard the familiar sound of my screams from the video, his gaze shifted. He watched, unable to look away.

I was hoisted over the shoulder of this demigod of a man! “Put me down, you brute!” I screamed. Without a warning, he tossed me to the ground, a few of my ribs definitely cracked. “Yoda, put the prisoner to sleep. I would like some peace of mind during our trip”, he spoke again as we walked away towards my bedroom window. The woman, Yoda, blew a bubble in the gum she was chewing, as she let out a red ball of energy at me. I soon as I was hit, I felt an extreme sense of lethargy. My whole body felt limp. “F-Frieda Ruckstov” I managed to whisper before I closed my eyes, sleepily. I hope they heard me.